Undeniable (Indulgence) - Aleatha Romig Page 0,21

I need some help. It took Becky and Grandma an hour to get me into this. If I try to get out on my own, I may not succeed until tomorrow morning."

Matt takes a step closer and pulls my hips against him. Through the skirts and lingerie, I can feel his erection under his trousers. I no longer wonder what it looks like or how it feels. I know, and I know I love what he does with it as much as I love him.

"Tomorrow," he says, "will not do. I'll tear it off with my teeth before then."

Spinning in his arms, I offer him the buttons along the back. "No teeth, just buttons."

"Fuck! Are there a hundred?"

I laugh. "Look under the buttons on top. There are hidden ones beneath."

He lets out a long breath.

"See, I do have you figured out. If there had been a hundred," I say as he loosens each hidden button, "then the dress would be ruined, and our daughter would never have the chance to wear it."

"Daughter?” he asks. “Isn't it too early to know?"

"Yes, but if this one isn't a girl, we can try again."

The dress gapes as he eases the sleeves from my arms. As I step out, I'm now wearing a nearly sheer white corset and matching lace panties. Matt takes two staggered steps back.

"Fuck. Sophie, I thought you were gorgeous in the dress, but this..."

I step toward him. "This is your wedding gift. It's time you unwrap it."

Epilogue

Sophie

Four years later

"Becky, tell Mommy I don't have to wear this," Michael says to his sister, pulling at the bow tie to his small tuxedo.

"But you do, buddy. Please, it's for me."

Michael huffs with his little arms straight before his body relaxes and he wraps those same arms around Becky's neck. "You look really pretty, sis."

"Thanks, so do you."

Tears fill my eyes as I watch my best friend with her littlest brother. Littlest for now. It seems as though the one inside me is another boy, due in only two more months. I run my hand over my large midsection.

"I'm not pretty," Michael protests.

"No, you're not,” Becky says with a grin. “You're handsome. Can you go find Dad and tell him it's almost time?"

Michael nods as he runs toward the dressing room door.

Becky's green eyes move to me. "Stop being so emotional. You're going to make me cry."

I try to laugh. "It's just that you're beautiful. I'm so happy you found your special someone and are getting married. You know Matt and I adore Gregg."

"I couldn't let my best friend have all the fun."

We both turn toward the full-length mirror. Becky's dark hair is styled in a sweeping twist and her wedding dress is a designer original. Nothing but the best, Matt insisted. It's hard to believe we're the same young girls who played dolls together.

“Well” —I force a grin— “at least I can say I introduced you to the love of your life.” Gregg had been in one of my classes. We were paired for a project, and I knew he’d be perfect for Becky.

"And so can I," she says.

"You did," I confirm. I kiss her cheek. "I should wait outside and let your mom be in here with you."

"You don't have to leave. You're my matron of honor. Mom's good. She'll be back in here after she makes sure the ushers are seating everyone right."

We both laugh. I may be the event planner, but Becky's mom always has been the one who thrived on organization.

"Are you sure about me standing up with you," I ask. "Look at me. I'm a boat."

"You're not. You're my best friend, my other mom, and having my next little brother. I'd say that makes you pretty special."

I adjust Becky's necklace and notice her boobs. "When are you going to tell your dad?"

Her eyes grow wide. "What?"

"Beck, your dress has been refitted three times and look at your rack. It's peeking out for the whole world to see. Your little brother is going to have a playmate who, if I'm right, will be about three or four months younger."

"Shit, does Dad know?"

I try to hide my grin.

"How?" she asks.

"Well, believe it or not, your dad knows how babies are made, and he also is very familiar with the changes. My boobs are always our first clue."

"Is he...is he mad?"

"Are you kidding? You're his baby girl. He was ready to kill Gregg."

Becky gasps.

"I'm teasing. Well, kind of. He still wants to hear it from you."

Becky reaches for my hand.